Saturday, 16 August 2008

Red, red whine

Listening to: I Sing I Swim (Seabear)

OK, keep the noise down, no naked flames, stand well back, make sure the toilet is available at all times - the pig "farmer" has a hangover. In fact, I haven't felt this bad since the day after Reg Pither challenged me to a game of vodka snooker in Wolverhampton's Revolution Bar.

Mrs SPF and meself tied one on last night and I broke "The Rule". We had friends around and the beer ran out at about midnight. I should have called it a day, made a nice cup of tea and toddled off to bed.

Instead, like an idiot, I opened a bottle of red wine and we got stuck in. I vaguely recall our friends leaving and the only indication I went to bed is that I woke up there this morning. Mrs SPF is an interesting shade of green and is spending altogether too much time in the bathroom.

Oh, so much sympathy. I should learn, I am getting on for Christ's sake, but still, every now and then, not so much these days but not a year will pass without that extra bottle calls.Hope you are feeling better now.

P.S. I just wanted you to know that the song Red, Red Wine has been running thru my mind ever since I read your blog this afternoon. And I wanted to comment on your photo in your header....it's amazing! If that's your view, I'm very jealous and maybe a similar shade of green to your lovely Mrs. but just for a different reason.